Chapitre 347: Killers In The Night

Deep in the night, seven shadows crawled towards the Separatist army outside Nabat. They were none other than Hell Squad.

Agile and silent, they slipped past all the defensive measures the clanckers had set up. After all, they were meant to stop an army, not a squad, especially one such as Dageer's unit. Without any trouble, they reached the base of the wall that encircled the enemy camp.

Suddenly, Dab made a gesture with his hand, making them all stop where they were. He had spotted something.

Surely enough, a few seconds later, a patrol passed above their heads. Luckily for them, the seppies were so confident on their defenses that even the droids weren't paying that much attention, but mumbling to each other.

After the patrol was gone, Dageer, Brain, and Tech launched their cables, and started climbing. Their first target was the patrol that just passed. Hanging on the outer side of the wall, they waited for them to come back.

"Bzzz... What is... That?"

"Looks like... Bzzz... Someone climbed the wall."

"Oh... We should call this in. Bzzz..."

"Roger rog... Ahhh!"

Before the B1 unit could finish, a hand clad in white armor appeared over the railing, and pulled him. The fall was enough to break it's joints, and two other clanckers suffered the same fate. Dageer winced at the noise they made when crashing, but didn't stop moving.

Pulling himself up, he kicked the nearest clancker, and swung his vibroblade. The weapon decapitated the two droids that were still standing, and then he swirled it before stabbing the one he had kicked.

With the patrol gone, the others climbed up too, and then threw the cables to the other side of the wall, before sliding down. Now, they were inside the enemy camp, all by themselves.

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Ragout looked at Nabat from over ten kilometers away, and frowned deeply. He wasn't worried about Hell Squad, because he knew they would escape unscathed. What perturbed him was the future. Lately, there had been too much happening, and too many instances where the Force was troubled.

He had a feeling something big and bad was about to happen. That feeling was born a long time ago, but it was getting stronger each day. He felt like there was a blade hanging above his head, and he could do nothing to avoid it. Something in the galaxy was about to change forever.

"Do you care to share why you are troubled, Master Ragout?"

He turned around to see Yva and Gobi looking at him. The one who had spoken was her.

The young Jedi sighed, and looked at the distant stars in the night sky. They seemed so close, and yet so far.

"I don't know. Maybe it's this war. It should never have happened. But... I don't think it's just that. Forget it. Maybe I'm just too worried for my own good."

The couple exchanged glances, both with a glint of sadness and worry on their gazes.

"Are you sure the reason you are worried aren't they? Maybe you should have gone too."

"With Hell Squad? No. I would only bother them. There are somethings that even Jedis can't do as well as clones."

Neither of the Twi'leks were too surprised by Ragout's answer. They had seen Hell Squad in action before, and considered the seven soldiers almost invincible.

"Ha! There was this one time, in Carlac, where we were surrounded by almost two thousand Separatist troops, a mix between clanckers and humans from the CIS. We only had six hundred of our own. I was wounded, and unconscious, so Dageer took over. He and Hell Squad went out in the middle of the night, much like they did today."

There was a proud smile on the Jedi's face as he spoke.

"The next morning, they were already back. I woke up to find the seppies in panic. We seized the chance to carve a path through them, and escape. I was surprised to see that they didn't come after us. Only then Dageer told me about their little covert mission."

The Togruta couldn't hide his astonishment, as Gobi and Yva listened quietly. They weren't interested so much in the story as they were in Ragout. They felt the young Jedi only wanted to talk, no matter about what. They pitied him. So young, and so many responsibilities on his shoulders.

"They had killed thirty-seven droids, and eighteen CIS soldiers, unnoticed. Plus, all their targets were commanders and officers, from their leader to sergeants. Without their chain of command, they couldn't organize themselves. Dageer and the others single-handedly saved all of us. You will see. Tomorrow, the Separatist are gonna be in disarray."

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Much like how Ragout said, Dageer and his brothers were now searching for enemy leaders. Of course, they didn't let any chance to kill a droid slip. When the clanckers were in a big group, they would hide, but when they were few, Hell Squad silently destroyed them. This time, their objective was to create fear and panic - even droids would get uneasy if they didn't know when they could die - so they didn't care about leaving bodies behind.

Signaling his unit to stop, Dageer looked over a deactivated Dwarf-Spider Droid. A huge metal building, which he recognized as a command center, was just near them. The problem was that there were a few dozen meters of empty ground between their position and the building, patrolled by several B1s and B2s.

The commander frowned under his helmet, before gesturing for Hell Squad to go back. Then, he pointed at Brain, Dab, and himself, and to their left. After that, he gestured to the remaining three, and pointed to the right. They nodded, showing they understood.

Silently, Hell Squad split up, and went around the camp. Dageer and the other two stepped lightly until they were right behind a patrol, and then sprung into action. The commander had his vibroblade, while Dab and Brain used vibroknifes. They didn't usually carry it around with them, preferring to leave it in their quarters, but this kind of mission asked for it.

The five B1 units barely had time to notice something was wrong before Dageer beheaded one of them. Dab pierced the side of another clancker, making it fall, and proceeded to stab a second one on the head. Brain performed a very similar motion. Meanwhile, Dageer cut down the B2 super battle droid that led the patrol by destroying it's core processor in a single move.

Without saying a word, they continued on, repeating their actions three more times before they finally managed to reach the command center. They waited patiently for the others to arrive, before Dageer gestured to Tech to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Dageer barged inside, and thrust his vibroblade into a B2 unit, before kicking it and making it fall on top of two B1s. Then, he spun his weapon, cutting open the chest of a clancker.

He was followed closely by his squad, who either used their vibroknifes to finish off the remaining seppies, or used their blasters to break their necks.

The poor droid captain inside, seeing his guards and officers being slaughtered, tried to reach for the alarm, but Metal grabbed his head and smashed it on the control panel before twisting. Lifeless, the body fell to the ground.